This story by Linda Andersen is a part of the Sabbath focus we have on Fridays here at a Thirst for God.
“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside quiet waters,He restores my soul.” Ps. 23:1-3
Each of our lives do look a little different. And yet, in essence, they are exactly the same: we’re all occupied. With something or someone we “do life”. Small children make big demands.
Big children make bigger demands.
I have lived through most seasons of life, and still find sabbath times hard to come by. Still I find them necessary for balance….for ballast. This surprises me! I thought when I became an “older woman” I would have it all together. I would have no need for cutaway times of solitude alone with my thoughts and the Lord. Not so!!
Take yesterday. I could have done a zillion things more “useful”, but absolutely did NOT. Coffee in hand, I headed toward Grand Haven on the shores of beautiful Lake Michigan. My plan? To while away a bunch of hours alone in the womanly pursuit of window shopping! No hurry. No schedule. Finding shops that spurred creativity, I strolled: in and out, back and forth: a bumblebee on the sunny side of the street, not on a mission.
This was a day of sabbath hours, and different from most of my DAWG days (days alone with God). Today, it was all I needed.
Most of my sabbaths are small, but add up to big or big enough. Such is the hour I found last week. I invite you to pull up a comfy chair, get a cup of whatever you love, (do use a beautiful cup), turn on soft music, and spend 20 luscious minutes loving God and life. Dream..drift…and dabble on purpose . Accomplish nothing in particular. It’s more than okay….
THE SABBATH SACK
It’s Monday. And it’s May in Michigan. Sky weeps wet, cutting rivers down blue-gray windows. Nine days now. I thump out of bed with a frown and meet this sodden, day with an attitude cold as the sky.
Then, I think of Sunday. Sunday was glorious! Song and prayer and sermon and soulful hugs and strength upon strength as Spirit of God moved on the waters of my heart and shifted and rearrange my spirit. Communion fed this soul.
Sundays are always easy to love.
But today is Monday. Have I leaked so much grace? Already?
On Monday I do errands. So I dress for town and grab the list which tolls my hours, and head for my car. What! All the doors are locked! No extra key! Husband is here but not ready for fixing this! Time ticks. Anxiety shuffles in and takes a seat beside pity. I’m surly as I step into his car and race toward today.
Spirit limps. Thanks goes into hiding. Rain pesters hard across grimy windshields. Store to store. Red light, green light. One to go. I stop to pick up an item, and clerk gifts me with a sack. Sack is pink. Over the top and girly. So I poke, curious. A candle, a hand massager, and bath salts! For me? On a rainy day, me?
Sky looks rosier as I finish my errands. New script now. What and when and how can I use my “Sabbath sack”? Thoughts flit–play tag in my head, and I know today is the day! After all, I reason, play does rhyme with gray! Today I will pick my time and enjoy a sabbath hour, alone and listening, for God does speak, even on Mondays.
Responsibility balks and brays loud at this.
Two o’clock. My hour arrives. The house is empty and it is mine. I turn the tub faucet. A warm niagara pools, filling the tub. I drop in beads of scented oil….light candle. Things are looking up. I fire up the wood stove and sit back, loving the crackle. Flames leap. So far, so good. Now the music. I am so ready for this! Notes tumble and freefall around my quiet room. I slip into the silky water and make room for joy.
“Father!” “To think……you would even make it pink!”
Sabbath found me, and it harnessed my soul. And God saw that it was good.